I’ve been wrapped up in work these last weeks so please excuse the delay with posts.

I intend on publishing a collection of my own short stories that I’ve amassed over the past 13 years. I will use Smashwords to do this as it seems to be one of the few online publishers offering a fairly decent deal to the authors. As far as i remember they also give you an ISBN number and are targets for future talent via Barnes and Noble, Amazon, etc.

Smashwords also offer a service to have your book cover illustrated and designed, but they also offer authors like myself who are working with images and photography the dimensions to DIY it. I have not made my own yet, but recently I helped a friend with his and after some hours of screen sharing via Skype we managed to find his image of a four legged, masked girl with a flying piglet on her lap…

Yes, of course, I did think it was a wind up when he first requested this image but soon realized his sincerity and here is what he got.

Anything can be created from imagination

I write this information here on the off chance that any of you writers and poets need book or CD covers. I have a nice stock sitting here (samples here ) not doing much apart from being eye candy for the net.

I’m also aware that cutting a living from being a wordsmith is not so great, so I will discount each case as it comes by as long as you’re being honest. The more you earn or claim the more you donate for my time and efforts please.

There is no crime if I don’t show itFor it’s a long time since I’ve been poetSince January, one poem has partedFrom my heart for another departedThen career and need (and laziness)Swapped verse and rhyme for video lensWhere interpretation of life and thingsChoirs majestic to butterfly wingsSunset’s flames, porpoise and minksDriftwood beaver, daughter and teacherHave been my new poetic featuresAlmost a lap around our sun, inspires I to return,Ball’s point hurtles over this paperAs I pay homage to Lady Poet and my SaviourWith my guilt panged traditional behaviourI’m instantly filled with power and the prideThat she’s always smouldering deep insideAwaiting connections between our sensesShe suggests to us possible versesThrough verb and metaphor she immersesRepair from grief, to us poets, she blessesInterrogates inner so outer confessesCausing zoom and macro, elegant pressesUnfaithful? I don’t think that is really trueJudge for yourself at a screen near you

I am no cosmogonist for suggesting
That the end and the beginning
Are one and the same
Winter opposes summer
Death, life and so forth
On a perpetual journey
Of violence, rest
Love, hate
Science fact
Metaphoric beliefs
Everything shares one common truth
The unzipping of creation
The four bases
Adenine pairs with Thymine
Guanine pairs with Cytosine
All split open
Then reborn in puzzling sequences
Ribo and Deoxy Nucleic Acids
Forged from a star collapsing
On the edge of our solar system
Gravitating, tugging, pulling, spinning,
BOOM!
Just like the other BIG-inning
Circa 14 billion years earlier
But before that
The quiet, stillness, nothing
How do we know?
After…
The present
The future
The past
Alpha and omega,
First and the last

The days, as space Will stretchAs I fetch Thoughts of SpockJedi grammatical talks(Even lost socks)Cosmic hotrocksSpinning the forceGravity bendsoffers pretense For Hubble´s lensBut binary evolves to Kepler and ChandraHeat seeking, farther and fartherGive us those light yearsUni and multi-versal answers

To get your ticket to write For the write line highwayJust open your soul, Relieve your woes,Word for word, all will flowMost writers I know, still receive a giroNo PC, but they just use biroThey opinionate, make fun of the state(Which does a good job on itself anyway)Fun write lines can go a long wayEither open your heart or go insanePoems or prose will give you gain.It’s a fantastic way to work your brainIt’s a breeze, there’s no such thing as blockIf there is? Then get out for a walkSunsets, moon, stars and cloudsBustling streets with rush hour crowdsTake to the country roads or clubland beatsPerhaps you prefer the hills of peatThe sweet songs of the birdsOr the wind and the rains gurgling splurge?A dram of malt, or a pint of ginGives a few the needs to pick up a penOr have a cup of tea with herbsFor inspiring ´chilled out´ verbsWhatever your poison To observe, sniff, touch, listenWords can break you out of anyProzac, depressive, self-scarring prisonIt might not even be that scaryA hobby, time killer, or verse for a new babyWhen your heart becomes ignitedNever be short sightedWrite for you alone about what You have or haven’t been throughYou’ll soon discover, that the harder you workThe more your audience will smirkLaugh, grimace, cry, sometimes repeatAnd more chance of print is what you’ll meetSo cruise the write-line highway In your own missives truckFree your inner and let it ROCK!And a gigantic good luck, if with your words,You’re game enough to try and earn a buck.

Write Line is an inspirational anthem I wrote for writers like myself who go through at least a few of the things mentioned in this piece.